Lockdown Diary - Sunday 25th October 2020
Despite getting, at least in theory, an extra hour of sleep, getting up was no easier, though in truth I didn't sleep until later, so maybe that is part of it. Starting the day slowly with coffee, an almond croissant and today's paper. I'll have things to do, but they can wait. When I started writing this diary at the start of the lockdown my idea was that it would be a place where I could write exactly what I felt or thought, regardless of the consequences, because it is anonymous. Of course, it isn't, plenty of people know who writes this and also, even if that hadn't become obvious though my own hand, it really is quite difficult to remain totally anonymous on the internet. (I have investigated this and it is nigh on impossible, without going to the sort of effort which gets in to dodgier territory) In practice I have found it impossible to be totally honest about what I think or feel. Some thoughts I have trouble accepting myself, so I choose to bury them or, ...